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But what struck me most was the name of Colonel Beverley. "Are you sure of all these?" I asked. "Sure as death," he said. "I'm not saying that they're all friends of yours, Mr. Garvald. Ye've trampled on a good wheen toes since you came to these parts. But they're all men to ride the ford with, if that should come which we ken of."
The Governor's voice recalled me from my dream. "How goes the Indian menace, Mr. Garvald?" he cried. "You must know," and he turned to the company, "that our friend combines commerce with high policy, and shares my apprehensions as to the safety of the dominion." I could not tell whether he was mocking at me or not. I think he was, for Francis Nicholson's moods were as mutable as the tides.
Charles Grey, and exchanging pistol shots. Is that your reverence?" In a sentence I told her the truth. "They forced my back to the wall," I said, "and there was no other way. I have never uttered your name to a living soul." Was it my fancy that when she spoke again there was a faint accent of disappointment? "You are an uncomfortable being, Mr. Garvald.
"I am neither gangrel, nor spy, nor Amalekite, nor yet am I Zebedee Linklater. My name is Andrew Garvald, and I have to-day left my home to make my way to Edinburgh College. I tried a short road in the mist, and here I am." "Nay, but what seek ye?" cried Muckle John. "The Lord has led ye to our company by His own good way. What seek ye? I say again, and yea, a third time."
My words were too much in tune with his declared opinions for him to gainsay them. "It comes to this, then," he said at length. "You have raised a body of men who are waiting marching orders. What next, Mr. Garvald?" "The next thing is to march. After what befell on the Rapidan, we cannot sit still." He started. "I have heard nothing of it." Then I told him the horrid tale.
I longed to beat down her pride, to make her creep humbly to me, Andrew Garvald, as her only deliverer; and how that should be compassed was the subject of many hot fantasies in my brain. The dragoon, too, had tossed me about like a silly sheep, and my manhood cried out at the recollection. What sort of man was I if any lubberly soldier could venture on such liberties?
And I think you will find a balance on the right side. God speed you, Mr. Garvald. I love your sober folly." I had scarcely left him when I met a servant of the Blairs, who handed me a letter. 'Twas from Elspeth the first she had ever written me. I tore it open, and found a very disquieting epistle. Clearly she had written it in a white heat of feeling.
It is queer how a wound, however slight, breaks a man's temper and upsets his calm resolves, I think that then and there I would have been involved in a mellay, had not a voice spoke behind me. "Mr. Garvald," it said, "will you give me the favour of your arm? We dine to-day with his Excellency." I turned to find Elspeth, and close behind her Doctor Blair and Governor Nicholson.
"Of all the brazen Scots " he cried. "Scot yourself," I laughed, for his face and speech betrayed him. "I'll not deny that there's glimmerings of sense in you, Mr. Garvald. But how do you, a lad with no backing, propose to beat a strong monopoly buttressed by the whole stupidity and idleness of Virginia? You'll be stripped of your last farthing, and you'll be lucky if it ends there.
Garvald," she had no hand to give me. She looked up and smiled, and went on with the business, while I stood awkwardly by, the scorn of the assured gentlemen around me. By and by she spoke: "You and I seem fated to meet in odd places. First it was at Carnwath in the rain, and then at the Cauldstaneslap in a motley company. Then I think it was in the Tolbooth, Mr.
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